Chiara chuckles, shaking her head. She walks back over to her friends, hair swaying as she strode. "You scared that chick away, you ugly bitch!" Her best friend Kaia quipped. She rolls her eyes, rubbing her bruises again. "I am terrifying. No surprise there." She groans as the bell starts to ring, then starts to saunter toward her next class. Her friends start laughing again. "Where are you going, Ki??" Chiara turns around, flipping them off. "To class, assholes! Im failing this one." In truth, she really did enjoy math, but she never had any time to do her homework. Not with constantly having to fight Phoenix. She subconsciously rubs her bruises again, going up the stairs. Isn't that crutch girl in the same class? She thinks, boots squeaking against the floors.
Kore continued off to her first class, math. She wasn't failing the class, but that was only because she pulled all-nighters in order to stay on top of everything, At least she had an extra five-minute leeway to get from class to class due to her disability. And if she took a nap in between classes, no one else had to know. She made it to her classroom, which was thankfully on the first floor, and took her seat in the back of the class.
Chiara took her time getting to class, trying not to agitate her bruises and sores any more. She was there a few minutes late, as usual, and the teacher gave her an ugly glare, as usual. She paid no attention to him and took her seat in the back corner, resting her head on her chin. She put in her headphones, knowing that if she wasn’t listening to something, she’d definitely doze off. Looking around the room, she noticed Kore just a couple desks down. A pang of guilt struck her from the exchange before and she looked away, concentrating on doodling in between the lines of her notes
Kore tapped her fingers on the desk as the classdorned as per usual. She felt the time fly by as the class went on until the teacher finished the lecture and let them break off into groups, if they wished, to work on the homework. As per usual Kore didn't move and began working on her homework as a little paper ball flew at her head. She let it harmlessly bounce off knowing it was to be the first of many.
Chiara scowled at whoever threw the paper, and sat next to Kore. She's good at math, right? She might be able to help. She settled into the seat, looking over with a slight smile. "Hey." She said softly. "I don't really know if I get any of this. Could you… maybe help?" She laughs, leaning back. "I didn't sleep at all last night and I dunno if i'm gonna make it through the day.
Kore didn't know how to respond to that. She shifted a little in her seat as she began to look at her assignment, "I, uh, don't know. Do you really want, um, me to help?" She wasn't the best student in the class, that was Isabella. Hell, she was hardly in the top half, why was Chiara asking her for help? Probably to do something nefarious when Kore wasn't expecting it.
Chiara rolled her eyes, sitting cross-legged in the chair. "Yes, you, bae. I don't want to talk to any of these other idiots. Besides, you were the closest to me." She stammers, not wanting to seem desperate. "So uh, the polynomial equations… do you get those? I wasn't really listening." she absent-mindedly doodles more drawings on her homework, monsters and teeth and slitted eyes. She smiled as she added a few more details. "Shit…. I keep zoning out."
The moment Chiara said bae, was the moment Kore knew her suspicions were right. She slowly began to tune Chiara out as she started on her own work. Kore couldn't let Chiara get to her so that Chiara could hurt her. Instead, she focused solely on her homework ignoring whatever Chiara was saying. Maybe not the best move if Chiara kept asking her questions she should probably answer. But, nop, she wouldn't fall for Chiara's tricks.
Chiara kept ranting about how she never really understood math, but once she did she would be alright, then looks over at Kore. "hey, did you… a-are you gonna help me or not?" She says, her tone softer than the words. She couldn't help but feel guilty for Kore's ignorances. She sighs, starting to move back to her seat. "I mean, if you really don't want to, I can probably figure it out myself." She mumbles, a little frustrated.
"Um, sorry, but, uh, I really don't think I'd be able to help all that much," Kore finally responded to one of Chiara's statements. Which one she didn't really care, as long as it got Chiara away from Kore and kept the possibility of Kore being hurt low. After the last time someone had tried to do something similar and it led to Kore injuring herself so badly she was out of school for a week, she wasn't apt to let something like that happen again.
Chiara sighed, wondering what the hell she did. She typically liked to playfully joke around, but she never did it to Kore. Kore was different… somehow. She gave her one last glance before returning to her seat, giving the kid who threw the paper a smack on the head. She decides she can do math some other time, and continues drawing, chin resting on her hand. The bell suddenly rings, startling her out of her daze, and she reluctantly gathers her things, looking to Kore to see if she needed help. It wouldn’t hurt to be nice for once.
The moment the bell rings Kore quickly packs up her things. She doesn't want to risk someone messing with her things while she waits for the classroom to empty so she can leave. It was a nightmare trying to exit on crutches when everyone else was trying to do the same. She pulled her bag close and only relaxed once the room was fairly empty and then she proceeded to take the trouble and time to stand up from her seat.
Chiara waited until everyone else left, watching Kore. Once Kore started to stand, she quickly rushed to her side, taking her bag. “Where’s your next class?” She asks avidly. It was… odd. Especially this early in the morning, she was always exhausted and grouchy. Today was different. It felt good. She gave Kore a grin as she slung both bags over her broad shoulders, then started twisting her rings again. Sure, it was really sore, but it was better than watching Kore struggle with it.
"You, you, you don't have to help me!" Kore immediately protested once Chiara took her bag. She felt the fear start to rise as she wondered what Chiara would do with her bag even thought Chiara appeared to only want to help her to her next class. No chance. She shifted her weight onto one crutch and tried to take her bag back from Chiara, "I, I, I can make it to my next class just fine!"
Chiara steps back, holding the bag gently. “Woah, dude, it’s okay. It’s okay. I’m not…” she gazes at the other desks, the fear in Kore’s eyes. “I’m not like them. I promise.” She gives a weak smile,
Shifting the bags. “Come on, what do you have next? Besides, I’ve always wanted to ride the elevator.”
Kore didn't exactly calm down completely, but she was able to put a more suitable reason as to why Chiara wanted her bag and didn't seem to want to cause any harm. Right, she has elevator privileges. After figuring that out it made a lot more sense. She took a deep breath and readjusted herself so her weight and finally and carefully responded to Chiara's question, "I, um, have English next. With Mr. Braxton."
Chiara nods, hauling the backpacks out of the room and holding the door for Kore. “Ah, that guy? Geez…” she laughs. “Have you managed to survive his assignments so far?”
"Yeah," Kore agreed hesitantly as she made her way through the door. She had half expected the trip to be in silence. (She would have preferred it that way too, at least that's what she convinced herself to think.) She always made sure Chiara was within her sight, "It's not too bad as long as you work on it in pieces."
“Oh honey, just wait til he gives you the huge projects.” She says solemnly, shaking her head. “If it ever gets too much for you, you can always switch out. That’s what I did.” She smirks, making her way to the elevator and pushing the button. That’s what she notices it- the necklace Kore donned. It was… familiar in a way. A way Chiara couldn’t quite put a finger on. She shrugged off the thought. “Nice necklace.” She quips, tapping her foot
Kore was about to respond when Chiara brought up her necklace. At that statement she froze and quickly went to move the necklace back underneath her shirt, hiding it away once more. She entered the elevator after Chiara kept her head low and completely ignored the compliment, "I have no plans on switching out of his class. I, uh, don't think having to switch classes is something you should be proud about. Course, I don't know much about that."
Chiara shrugged off the ignorance and pushed the button for the second floor, twisting the rings around her fingers. “Good for you then. You know how to take a challenge.” She sighs, shifting the weight of the backpacks. “I shouldn’t be proud. You’re right.” She laughed distantly as she absentmindedly played with her hair. “I’m not much good for anything.” The elevator doors opened and the black haired girl once again held the door for her friend
Kore hesitated a moment before hobbling out ahead of Chiara. She wasn't exactly fond of this position considering she didn't have eyes on her backpack. She played around with her sleeve before looking to Chiara waiting for her, "I-I'm sure that's not true. A lot of people like you don't they? They must have some reason for doing that."
Chiara shrugged. "A lot of people like my company. That doesn't exactly mean they like me as a person" She sighed, starting toward Kore's class. "I just don't get why you don't have more friends.. You're pretty great to talk to." He gave a soft smile, dropping Kore's backpack to her hand as they neared the room.
Kore gratefully took the backpack and quickly slung it onto her back where it was safe. She paused for a second as she debated responding to Chiara's last statement. She could easily just go to class and leave Chiara in confusion, or she could answer Chiara's question. Kore let out a sigh as she looked at Chiara, "I- My-" She couldn't find the words and shook her head a little, "You'll, um, have to ask them. Anyone would be able to better explain it than I could." And with that she entered her classroom.
Chiara tilted her head and watched as Kore left. "What do you me-" she stumbled out before realizing Kore was much to far to hear. She sighed, turning back around and heading for the stairs. She was late for class, again, but went the whole way smiling. Althought she shouldn't help but feel bad for the other girl. "Why was she so nervous? What happened?" She mumbled, slowly making her way to the next class and barely paying attention to it all.
(Want to skip? I've been trying to figure out how to respond and my brain said no.)
(XD sure! That makes the most sense lmao)
(Any preference as to when?)
(nope. Whenever you feel is best. Some ideas could be lunch period or after school, or maybe just straight to after dark)
(Sorry this took so long, I've just been wiped lately)
Kore had managed to make it through the rest of the day successfully keeping her head down. Though it didn't stop some whispers from starting about her and Chiara. She would have to be careful about that for the rest of the week to let the rumors die down. She made her way towards the front door, hoping her ride was already here because if not she would have to wait for the bus. And she was in the second wave, which means she would be stuck at the school for another hour to half-hour.
